I have a long-standing policy of (almost) never getting into political debate on this blog.
But some days the laughable chaos in the sacred Halls of Congress in Washington, D.C. drag me into the fray.
I watched hour upon hour of television coverage of Kevin McCarthy's quest to be anointed the Boy King this past week.
Yesterday evening it nearly came to fisticuffs after the 14th embarrassing ballot left him one vote short.
Actually maybe that might be the right way to settle these fracases: get the leaders of the opposing teams in a ring and let them fight it out bare-knuckles style.
It would probably attract as many or more viewers as the petulant performance the shameless seekers of power put on this past week.
But now, says King Kevin, it's over and I've won and I can finally hoist the gavel.
Yes, you are the Speaker now but of what?
You appear to have traded away the power of the Throne to achieve the Throne.
How will you govern the rabble to whom you have given the true power.
It's enough to make one's head swim.
And speaking of that, allow me to show you what the BRD foisted on her parents this past Christmas Day.
Yes, though I have commanded that no jigsaw puzzle shall ever enter my abode again after that thousand-piece monstrosity last year, she threw this one at us on a day meant for goodness and charity.
Fortunately it was only (ONLY, he shrieks!) 500 pieces and we finally finished it.
But what of my edict?
It seems I have no more power than the Boy King shall wield.